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“When he felt her fingers, he flinched; he had not been touched with such gentleness since his childhood. He was no stranger to women and had felt their hands on all parts of his body, but her touch made him feel like he belonged some place.”

— -Melina Marchetta, Finnikin of the Rock (via lindseymorgan)

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no one wants to read long blocks of text but im a lil drunk n ramblin g but

i hate seeing things along the lines of “it’s just rp”/“rp isn’t that deep”/“stop being upset about things it’s just rp not real life”/etc just saying basically not to feel emotions about it. rping is a hobby like any other, no? yeah it’s not “real life” bc ur rping, but rp is in ur life? as a hobby? it’s not “just” rp, sorry. that sounds to me like you feel shame about rping probably, which most of us probably do and keep it secret from ppl because others are weird about it (much less so nowadays as more learn about roleplaying and like literally everyone rps in some sort of way like dnd and video games dude everybody be doin it), so you feel like no emotions should be felt about this weird thing you do online, but it’s a hobby like anything else. and really, at the core, it’s writing above anything else, which is honestly a very admirable hobby. if a person who played a sport as a hobby lost the ability to do it, they’d be very upset, and no one would tell them not to feel upset. if an artist had all of their tools stolen, no one would tell them not to feel upset. 

furthermore, this specific hobby takes time and dedication, and invention and creativity. and that exactly is why your emotions about rp things are justified. “you don’t get paid for it” ok that’s the definition of a hobby. like, and??? that’s why it can hurt more. you’re not here to work and get paid, you’re here by choice, something you choose to do in your free time without any reward but your personal gratification. anything you put your mind to, and effort and devotion into, is going to mean something to you whether it’s “just rp” or not. especially for those who’ve spent literal months and even years working on rp things, and connecting with real people!!!! losing a rp partner, a rpg, or a plot, can be devastating??? and you can’t let someone invalidate that? there’s nothing wrong with feeling things about that. 

it’s not just rp. it’s something you do, something you put time, effort, care, thought, feeling, devotion, into building and creating. so keep world building and inventing and being awesome writers whether you write a lot or a little and be proud of being as creative as you are, because most people genuinely can’t say that. and mostly, don’t let people invalidate having feelings about your rp things.

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The mind I love must have wild places.

Katherine Mansfield (via toinfinityandswann)

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im always so self concious about writing dialogue bc im always like “does this sound ok. would this character rlly say this. is it worded correctly???” and for absolutely nothing bc riverdale is out here making millions just by repeatedly smashing the predictive text button

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Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now

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Character Aesthetic  ➙ Reyna Silva  { the saccharine }

to be soft

is to be 

Powerful

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☆ &*— CHARLES MICHAEL DAVIS GIF PACK

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“Please tell me that’s a raisin and not a tiny hamster shit you’re eating.” (Harry)

Reyna’s flung her head back in laughter, her eyes crinkled in amusement. “Watch your language” she warned haphazardly. “You have quite the imagination kiddo” she chuckled.  “Why would I be eating hamster poop?” she playfully rolled her eyes. It’d been the third time this month she’d taken Harry home with her. She’d had him text his mom, prior to driving off campus. 

Miss Clare was a lot of things, none of those things were neglectful towards her child, so Reyna figured if she was running late she had a good reason. “Here” she offered a couple of pieces of the Buncha Crunch she’d been munching on as Harry completed his homework. “Now get back to work,” she said with a pointed look at the piece of paper in front of him. 

“What would you like for dinner? I make a mean grilled cheese sandwich” Reyna offered, lifting herself off her seat, and scruffing the boy’s hair. “Maybe some Mac and Cheese?” Perhaps she should’ve gone to the headmaster by now, raised a concern about Miss Clare and her untimeliness when picking up her son. But truthfully, she enjoyed Harry’s company, taking care of someone, it’s where she shone the brightest, it’s how she felt the most whole. “We can go for ice cream after if you ace that assignment.”